This is a song about "Salt"

I don't need no single

Extra salt on the frizzle

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

Those are your wounds this is the salt

He appreciates your support

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

Relax, take ya coat off, and let me getcha name

I style on new york, pile up my fork

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Throw some salt and alcohol on that wound to make it safer

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Here's the artist putting salt where you scar is

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

To all the painful wounds i salt on all the victims of my crimes,

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights